It had rained for three consecutive days, but at dusk, the downpour finally calmed down a bit and then completely stopped. Westley and Gabrielle decided to go back to the villa tonight.
Westley went to check out while Gabrielle made her way to the ladies' room down the hall to wash her hands.
As soon as she walked out, somebody grabbed her and pulled her into a dark, unseen corner. She did not recognize the person right away. All she saw was a figure clad in all black. The smell of wet rust made her head swim, and she figured out moments later that whoever was in front of her was bleeding.
Gabrielle felt her heart start to race. When she looked at the person who grabbed her, she saw Victor's bloodied face. Her stomach flipped in horror.
"Mr... Mr. Sanderson? What happened to you?"
"Please help me, Miss Jones. Someone is hunting me," Victor grunted.
Someone was hunting him?
It seemed to be true, and it would have frightened Gabrielle out of her wits had she not stayed in the forest for a period of time. That ordeal taught her how to be less afraid in these kinds of situations.
"Who's hunting you? Where are your bodyguards?" Gabrielle asked curiously.
"Bad guys," Victor replied, ignoring the second question.
"I'll call the police for you, and then I'll take you to the hospital. I..."
"No! They're out there! You have to hide me! They're coming!" Victor refused in a fit of panic.
"Then..."
The sound of hurried footsteps interrupted Gabrielle. Victor was right. The people who wanted to kill him were right on his heels.
"Let's go to the ladies' room." Without waiting for Victor's response, Gabrielle dragged him to the ladies' room and shut the door. She shoved him into one of the cubicles and told him to stand on the toilet bowl and then crouch so that his feet could not be seen from the outside.
Gabrielle stood there and pressed her ear against the cubicle door. She had never huddled with a man in a public restroom cubicle before, and if Westley found out about it, he would be furious.
But she had no choice. If the people hunting Victor caught her with their target, she would surely end up as collateral damage.
There were certain things that Gabrielle was willing to die for, but Victor was not one of them. So if she was going to help him, she would make sure that they would completely escape the bad guys in one piece.
Victor, who was crouching on the toilet bowl, suddenly burst into laughter.
"What are you laughing at?" Gabrielle whipped her head to him and snapped. Was he trying to get them caught?
Was he insane?
"I'm just very happy..."
"What is there to be happy about? People are out to kill you and possibly me if they find me with you." Gabrielle heard the footsteps again. They were right outside the ladies' room. Once they came in and found them hiding inside, it would be all over.
"I'm not afraid anymore. At least I won't die alone. You'll be with me as they send me to hell." Victor's face twisted in pain.
"Did they hit you hard enough on the head to say outrageous things like that? Why should I help you now, huh? Since you're so eager to die in the hands of your pursuer, then I'm out. I'm not going to die here with you." Gabrielle did not want to stay with Victor any longer.
"My head hurts, Miss Jones. I'm in so much pain."
"Stop talking, or they will... They're coming." Gabrielle felt her heart leap to her throat as the footsteps approached. But the man behind her was not nervous at all. He even had a ridiculous smile on his face despite the pain he was obviously trying to tolerate.
He had really gone crazy.
"Gabrielle!
Gabrielle, where are you?"
When Gabrielle heard Westley's voice, she heaved a big sigh of relief.
"Westley, I'm here." Gabrielle began unlatching the door lock.
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